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Six years as a sideman, now I get to be the Slayer.

So you three have, what, banded together to be pains in my ass?

Did you kill that guy?

- What's goin' on? - Guard!

If she isn't around, Rack may know where she is,

Damn, that is one effective counterspell.

- I can help. - The only thing Willow was ever good for...

Yay, Clem. Makin' with the demon senses.

You're not gonna die.

I'm counting the ways that can go wrong.

You don't think she's gonna kill them too? She wouldn't.

She has an addictive personality. She just tasted blood. She may be there already.

- She's draining. - She's what-ing?

I figured it out. Warren never abandoned us.

This is our best chance we're gonna get to make it out of here.

Until Willow brought you back, you know... with magic.

OK. What exactly is coming?

About me shutting up?

No, I can't. Which means she's gone way beyond simple vengeance.

- Neither have we. - Guess we keep running, then.

This is faster.

Please! This is your pitch?

I really can't hurt you, so I'm just gonna have to settle for hating you.

- Is that a fact? - Yes. We're running out of time.

And Willow will make you two boneless chickens skinless too.

I'm venturing this is a "kill or be killed" situation?

Either way. Just get me there.

You think you can work this stuff?

Just me and the walking action figure.

- Let's go. - What about Willow?

- Is she coming? - I don't see anything.

I can practically feel it. I've dabbled in magics.

I know this hurts... bad.

Well, either "the" or "towards", I'm not really sure.